{3/31/09. even until tomorrow and the day after that}
Junjou Acquiescence = Akihiko > Keiichi x Haruhiko
I
Akihiko-sensei is sitting in front of the door again. There don’t seem to be any bruises on his face, but that could easily have meant that Haru didn’t aim for his face this time.
“Sensei.”
He looks up at me when I call, and I see a faint smudge of red at the corner of his mouth. He bit his tongue, or the inside of his cheek. I’m still wondering if a fist is involved, when he smiles and waves.
“Keiichi-kun.”
That’s when the door opens, and Haru is standing there, without his glasses.
“Keiichi,” he begins, and I hold up a hand to interrupt him.
“If the carpet in the living room is stain-free, I’m not going to ask for explanations.”
Both of them grimace, Haru a little less obviously. Sometimes I just want to take that carpet and frame it, but Junai likes it too much, and I suppose I could always charge the cleaning fee on either of their cards. Then again, it depends on which one started it, as I would soon find out.
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II
“He doesn’t love you anymore.”
Haruhiko has been repeating this statement as constantly as the timepiece on the table ticks the seconds as they pass, and where I find the latter a useful occurrence, this was only terribly useless.
“I’m going to change that,” I explain, again, “And you’re not going to stop me.”
I expected that punch- quick and all knuckles, but there was less force in it, this time.
The look on his face is new, too.
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III
Don’t give him a second chance. Don’t give him a chance at all. I don’t think you ever cried for him, and I don’t want to be proven wrong. If I find out he’s made you cry, Keiichi-
You can’t do this. We can’t do this. That night- it only happened once. And you tell me you didn’t even remember half of it. If you’re lying, I want to know why. Didn’t you say that you didn’t love him anymore?
Aren’t I the one you love now?
I can’t stand his presence here. No one else has set foot in this house and I want to keep it that way, Keiichi, can’t you understand? No one else is allowed here. Just us.
There is still an ‘us’, isn’t there, Keiichi?
[From:Keiichi
Subject:
Message: I’m coming home early.
Is Akihiko-sensei there?]
I
Akihiko-sensei is sitting in front of the door again. There don’t seem to be any bruises on his face, but that could easily have meant that Haru didn’t aim for his face this time.
“Sensei.”
He looks up at me when I call, and I see a faint smudge of red at the corner of his mouth. He bit his tongue, or the inside of his cheek. I’m still wondering if a fist is involved, when he smiles and waves.
“Keiichi-kun.”
That’s when the door opens, and Haru is standing there, without his glasses.
“Keiichi,” he begins, and I hold up a hand to interrupt him.
“If the carpet in the living room is stain-free, I’m not going to ask for explanations.”
Both of them grimace, Haru a little less obviously. Sometimes I just want to take that carpet and frame it, but Junai likes it too much, and I suppose I could always charge the cleaning fee on either of their cards. Then again, it depends on which one started it, as I would soon find out.
.
.
.
II
“He doesn’t love you anymore.”
Haruhiko has been repeating this statement as constantly as the timepiece on the table ticks the seconds as they pass, and where I find the latter a useful occurrence, this was only terribly useless.
“I’m going to change that,” I explain, again, “And you’re not going to stop me.”
I expected that punch- quick and all knuckles, but there was less force in it, this time.
The look on his face is new, too.
.
.
.
III
Don’t give him a second chance. Don’t give him a chance at all. I don’t think you ever cried for him, and I don’t want to be proven wrong. If I find out he’s made you cry, Keiichi-
You can’t do this. We can’t do this. That night- it only happened once. And you tell me you didn’t even remember half of it. If you’re lying, I want to know why. Didn’t you say that you didn’t love him anymore?
Aren’t I the one you love now?
I can’t stand his presence here. No one else has set foot in this house and I want to keep it that way, Keiichi, can’t you understand? No one else is allowed here. Just us.
There is still an ‘us’, isn’t there, Keiichi?
[From:Keiichi
Subject:
Message: I’m coming home early.
Is Akihiko-sensei there?]